White light bright

Do you hear the whisper,
during the chilling gloom of the full moon.
Its the start of a very cold winter.

Its the end of the harvest.
And this white light brings such a bright,
but at the end it brings darkness.

Did you hear once again,
that chilling whisper of despair.
Maybe its just a little hare,
running towards another mud hen.

But i know the whisper,
with it comes an old ripper.
And i know he wont stop,
until he hears that sounds which goes... PoP